"Let her go!" Danny yelled.
His elder brothers opened the chute, and the colt under Danny bolted into the corral. A grin split Cal's fleshy face and Pete squinted through the swirling dust as the bronco bucked furiously. The twenty-year-old rider clutched the reins with one hand, his other waving jerkily in the air. He bounced in the saddle.
"Danny! Oh my God, you'll get hurt! Stop it!"
Pete shifted his gaze to his brother's new bride who was screaming and jumping up and down in alarm. Beneath her fancy Western shirt, Millie's breasts bobbed erotically, sending ripples through the shimmering, cream-colored satin. Her corn-colored hair glistened in the bright sunshine as she tossed her head. Lust uncoiled like a snake in Pete's loins.
"Hang on, Danny boy!" Cal shouted. "You've almost got her made!"
Pete kept watching Millie. He didn't see his kid brother glance around in search of his bride's admiring eyes. Pete also missed the bronco's vicious buck which sent Danny hurtling from the saddle.
When Millie let out a shriek and began scrambling up the heavy rail fence into the corral, the rangy twenty-six-year-old glanced briefly at his brother who lay writhing in the dust, then returned his attention to Millie. He mentally stripped the tight pants from her plump, twisting bottom as she went over the top rail and dropped to the dusty floor of the corral.
"Look out for that bastard horse!" Cal, who was ahead of her, yelled. He delayed giving aid to his brother long enough to grasp Millie's arm, jerking her out of the berserk horse's path.
"Oh, see about Danny!" Millie wailed urgently. "Is he dead?"
"Hell no!" Cal snorted. "He just got bruised some."
He moved to his brother's side and squatted. The handsome dark-haired youth lay grimacing in pain, clutching a leg that was stiffly extended.
"You all right?" Cal asked.
"I think my leg's busted!" Danny moaned. "It hurts like hell!"
"Oh, no!" Millie sympathized as she leaned over her fallen husband.
Pete ambled up behind the curvaceous blonde. Her pants were so tight that the crotch seam and leg elastics of her panties made imprints in the thin cloth. Pete imagined wedging his stiff prick into the softness of her upturned ass.
"Help me carry him to the house," blond-haired Cal said to his dark, wiry brother.
"Let him lie," Pete replied. "In case something's busted, he shouldn't be moved."
"Well, you can't just leave him here!" Millie protested.
"Get that horse back in the stable," Pete snapped at Cal. "I'll call Doc Carpenter."
Danny was whimpering and screwing up his face as he gingerly touched his stiff leg.
"Oh, darling… darling…" Millie sobbed, caressing his dust-streaked, sweating cheeks.
"That'll teach the shit to show off!" Pete snorted to Cal as he ambled toward the corral fence.
"You know, you can be God damned mean sometimes," his robust younger brother replied. But there was a twinkle of grudging admiration in Cal's eyes. He turned to capture the horse which had trotted to the opposite side of the enclosure.
"They're getting someone to help you, honey," Millie said as she continued petting Danny. "Just try to lie easy."
"Did you… see me up there?" Danny asked, brightness flashing momentarily in his pain-racked eyes. "I was… really riding that sonofabitch. I would've broken him too… if I just hadn't… looked around."
"Don't try to talk," Millie implored, clutching her young husband's head to her firmly resilient breasts. "Everything will be all right. Oh, how long will it take that doctor to get here?"
As the ambulance pulled away from the white frame house at Stallion Ranch and headed down the long driveway to the road, Millie turned disconsolately toward the porch.
"He'll be okay," Gus Hinshaw said, slipping his arm around her slender waist. "My sons are made of rugged stuff, all of 'em."
The pretty blonde smiled bravely at her new father-in-law. She had liked old Gus from the first, which was something she couldn't say about Danny's brothers. Pete was silent and hard-eyed. Cal was more friendly, but he was always making suggestive remarks. Danny was so unlike either of them.
The white-haired man, who was in his middle fifties, clomped heavily onto the porch and opened the creaking screen door. He held it, giving Millie a crinkly-eyed smile as she preceded him into the house. Pete and Cal followed their father.
"I wonder if Danny will have to stay in the hospital," Millie said as she settled into a chair in the living room.
"That depends on the X-rays, I reckon," Gus replied. "One thing's for sure – he's going to be laid up for a spell."
"That'll be kind of hard on you, huh Millie?" Cal asked. "I mean, you two being newlyweds and all." He couldn't suppress a slight smirk.
"Dry up!" Gus snapped as the girl looked away in embarrassment. "You and Pete hightail it outa here and go tend to your chores."
"We, got nothing to do right now," Cal said.
"Come on, you heard the old man," Pete put in, heading for the door.
"Yeah, but…"
Pete gave his younger brother a poke in the ribs. Cal glanced at Millie, then turned and followed Pete out of the house.
"Don't take this too hard, honey," Gus advised as he pulled out his pipe and began filling it. "Accidents happen. It may not amount to much of anything at all."
"I hope it doesn't. I don't know why the doctor wouldn't let me ride into town with them."
"Cause there's nothing you could do." Gus lit his pipe and expelled white smoke. "We'll be hearing pretty soon. Let me go tell Rosa to listen for the call."
As the elder Hinshaw left the room to seek the Mexican housekeeper, Millie lapsed into a reverie which carried her back exactly one week to her wedding night. Though she and Danny had engaged in intercourse daily since then, it was the first night that stuck in Millie's mind.
Conditioned by the incessant preaching of a man-hating mother who had left Millie's father, taking the child when she was only two years old, Millie had grown up burdened by inhibitions and sexual fear. She had shunned dates and shuddered at the thought of marriage. But then she met Danny and fell in love. Two days after her eighteenth birthday they eloped.
During the first day of their honeymoon, Millie suffered growing apprehension. When the light in their hotel room was finally turned out and Danny approached the bed, the young bride had an impulse to bolt and take refuge in the bathroom.
But her love for Danny caused her to hope he would prove different from the selfish, lustful men her mother had railed against.
Tense and anxious, Millie waited to find out whether her hope or her fear would be fulfilled.
As soon as Danny had removed his robe and slid into bed beside her, Millie was shocked to discover that he was naked.
"Wh-where are your pajamas?" she asked tremulously.
"I don't have any," her bridegroom responded with a chuckle. "And you don't need this thing, either."
Passing his hand quickly across the front of Millie's nightgown and thrilling her as he rolled her full, firm breasts, Danny immediately began sliding the nightie off her smooth shoulders.
"No!" she exclaimed, clutching the diaphanous fabric.
"What do you mean 'no'? Honey, we're going to make love. We can't do that with no nightgown in the way."
"Danny, I'm afraid!" she blurted.
His hands withdrew and he gazed intently at her shadowy face. "Afraid? Of what?"
"Of… of you!"
"Aaaw, baby! There's nothing to be afraid of." He snuggled into her neck and resumed stroking her titties through the sheer nightgown. "I'm the same guy you've been dating all these weeks."
"Yes, but… we've never been like this before, without our clothes on and…"
Millie stopped talking and sucked in her breath. Danny had shifted his lower body against her, and she felt the frightening hardness of his penis. It was like a club lying across her thigh.
"What's the matter?" Danny asked as he cuddled her.
"Your… your thing!"
He chuckled softly against her ear. "You mean this?" He flexed his erection against her thigh.
"Danny!"
"It's pretty hard, ain't it?" His voice had grown husky. "That's cause I want you so."
"It'll hurt me!" Millie said.
"Maybe a little bit, the first time. But you'll get over that right away. Come on… let me feel you up. Then you'll want to screw just as much as I do."
"Danny, don't talk dirty!"
"It ain't dirty to say screw," the youth replied indignantly. "What do you want me to call it? There's a worse word I could've used."
"Don't you dare!"
Danny sat up, the covers skidding to his waist. He stared down at his trembling bride. "Now look – we're married, honey. I let you put me off all the time we was going together, but now things are different. I'm your husband, and I've got a right to make love to you. I realize how girls are… when they're cherry and all – they've got to be treated gentle. Well, I'm going to treat you just as nice as I can. But we're going to make it, Millie, so there's no sense our being silly about it."
Millie froze, concluding suddenly that her mother had been right all along. Men were selfish animals – and Danny was like all the rest. She began to struggle.
Hurt and angered, the young bridegroom responded in a way that seemed to confirm Millie's fear. Forcibly pressing her against the mattress, he scrambled atop her. Panic-stricken, Millie attempted to claw or slap him, but Danny managed to catch her wrists and pin them against the bed.
Glaring down, breathing hard, his black hair hanging across his face, the man Millie had fallen in love with seemed to have turned into a monster. He let go of one of her arms long enough to grasp the top of her nightgown. Yanking viciously, he split the filmy garment down the front. As Millie squealed and writhed, the torn edges of nylon flew away from her heaving chest. Her bobbing, round tits were exposed, her coral nipples sticking up.
"Baby… aaw, baby!" Danny groaned, pressing his open mouth to one of the creamy pink-tipped mounds.
Millie gasped as her husband's tongue swabbed moistly across her sensitive nipple. He caught the thrusting bud between his lips and tugged at the firm, rubbery protrusion, stretching her pliant breast upward. His lips slid against the pebbled flesh of her aureole and onto the silken surrounding skin. Then, pulling as much of her titty into his mouth as he could hold, he bathed her erect, tingling nipple in his saliva as his tongue repeatedly stroked the small knot of erectile tissue, gliding and twirling.
Millie's senses reeled. She had turned hot and sticky between the legs. She panted, her gelatinous breast wobbling against her husband's mouth. He wrapped a hand around her other breast and squeezed. Her nipple tingled excitingly against his palm. She was acutely aware of Danny's thick, hard rod sandwiched between their bellies.
Danny lifted his head and gave her a warm smile. "I'm sorry about tearing your nightie," he said. "But we've got to do this right." His eyes stroked down to her breasts. "You're so pretty. Gosh, honey, I love you!"
He sealed his lips to hers. Danny's churning tongue filled her mouth, caressing her tongue and the silken inner walls of her cheeks. His hand surrounded a breast and squeezed rhythmically, making the sensitive flesh throb.
Millie's fear wasn't removed. It had simply been overwhelmed by a surge of passion stronger than anything she had ever imagined. As Danny pulled up her nightgown, his cock rubbing moistly against her bare stomach, her nerves drew taut. Her eyes stared up at him in the dimness, wide with fright and wonder.
Danny rolled off her, and Millie relaxed slightly. But when his hand glided down across her smooth, shivery belly and onto the hairy, puffed softness between her legs, the responsive girl gasped. Danny smiled, though there was a tenseness to his features as he fingered Millie's sex petals apart and probed into her moist, slippery cleft.
"Hey, you're ready, sweetheart," her bridegroom said exultantly. "You want it. You really want it!"
"No! Oh, I don't know what I want!"
"I do. You want what I've got for you. Feel it."
Danny grasped her hand and carried it to his upthrust prick. Millie's perspiring fingers curled around the thick, warm column. She was amazed by its bonelike hardness, and her fear took a sudden resurgence.
"That'll hurt me!" she exclaimed. "Danny…"
"Come on," he said huskily. "It's time."
Danny slid between her full, firm thighs, pressing them wide apart. The tip of his penis probed for the opening in Millie's soft, wet cunt. She held her breath. Her heart was thumping like a kettle drum.
Danny pushed.
She bit her lip to stifle the shriek that welled up in her throat at the pain. Her eyes glazed with tears.
The pain receded as abruptly as it had begun, after which Millie felt a shocking sense of fullness.
"It's in!" Danny exclaimed, breathing hard. "Baby, it's in you!"
Danny was pulling and thrusting… jabbing… burrowing… wedging his hard cock deeper and deeper into Millie's virginal slit. The sensations which she felt were more startling than painful. There was no pleasure. She was still holding her breath, letting only enough air in and out to keep her lungs functioning.
But as Danny's massive rigidity tore ever more deeply into her belly, bringing no added pain, Millie began gradually to relax. The slight soreness at the mouth of her vagina, though aggravated by the friction of his shaft, was tolerable. With relaxation came Millie's first voluptuous response.
It felt good to have a cock inside her, stroking and going deep. She writhed and let out a little moan. She resumed active breathing, though her breaths were heavy and uneven.
"Unnh… oh… oh God, that's good!" Danny panted.
"Yes… yesss." She closed her eyes and twisted her lips. Almost of their own accord, her hips started moving with his.
The sheathing snugness of his bride's virginal pussy, now bobbing jerkily around his fast-stroking shaft, gave Danny such intense stimulation that he couldn't hold off the orgasm which was welling up in him. He groaned exultantly, his whole body stiffened, and his prick rammed deep inside her. She gasped, then mewed with pleasure as she felt her husband's warm spurts, accompanied by a spastic twitching of his embedded rod.
Danny sighed and lapsed forward.
Millie lay motionless beneath him except for the rise and fall of her cushioning breasts. She felt as if she were on a carnival ride that had slowed in preparation for a new burst of frenzied motion. But the burst didn't come. Millie found herself experiencing a vague and unfulfilled sense of excitement.
Danny's cock was softening and shrinking inside her. He was getting heavy. The dull soreness at the mouth of her vagina persisted, but that didn't bother Millie any longer. She was more concerned about a vague anxiety that mocked both her earlier fear and her briefly awakened desire.
Is it over? she wondered. Was that all?
Danny pushed back, his soft penis slurping out of her. He grinned boyishly. "Pretty good, huh?"
"I… I guess so," Millie said.
Is this what Mama warned me so much about? Millie asked herself in amazement. This nothing?
"Baby, you're wonderful!" Danny purred, snuggling down against her, wrapping her in his strong arms. "I love you!"
"I love you, too," Millie replied almost mechanically.
At that moment she wasn't sure how she felt about anything, except that her nerves remained taut – not from fear any longer, but from some cause she didn't understand.
In less than a minute Danny fell asleep, his arms still draped around her, his head resting against her neck. Millie eased herself clear of him and lay staring at the dim ceiling. Finally she dropped off…
"Fuck with me, baby!" Danny was saying excitedly. "Ooh, man! God damn! Oh, that's wild!"
The room was still dark, and Danny was atop her. He lay sprawled between her thighs, supporting his torso on straight arms planted next to her shoulders, and he was pistoning his hard cock inside her at a frenzied rate. Millie's blonde hair tossed about the pillow. Her full tits quivered. Her belly was pounding upward to absorb her husband's rapid strokes.
The whole thing seemed to have happened of its own accord, and Millie hadn't become aware of what she was doing until she was in the midst of it.
"That's good… oh, it's good!" she panted. "I love it!"
"Yeah!" Danny said huskily. "Yeah! Oooh, God damn!"
His prick was a wondrous thing – thrusting, gliding, pumping, filling her with the throbbing power of his love. Millie was reaching for him eagerly, absorbing with her warm, moist pussy his every jarring plunge. She thrilled as his inrushing prick expanded the elastic sheath of her vagina, warming her insides. She felt his big balls flop against her tingling anus.
The carnival ride was really swinging now – wheeling, dipping, climbing.
"Ooooh!"
Fireworks seemed to burst around her… in her. Her brain wheeled giddily.
"Oooh God, baby! Wow! Oh… Unnh!" Danny cried.
The thrusting stopped, and there was a pooling of warmth in Millie's belly.
She clutched her strong young husband with her legs as well as her arms and they rocked from side to side, moaning and panting from the bliss that had come to them in the middle of the night…
"Millie, the doc just called."
Snapping from her reverie, the girl jumped to her feet and asked Gus, "What did he say? How's Danny?"
"Now, take it easy." Gus made a patting motion in the air.
His elder sons stood behind him, Cal with a funny little grin on his face, Pete as grim as ever.
"Danny's coming home," Gus said.
"Then he's all right!" Millie exclaimed. "Oh, thank God!"
"He's gonna be all right," her father-in-law corrected. "He's got a busted hip. But he don't need to stay in the hospital. Doc's going to rig up some traction for him in the spare room upstairs. I figured it was better that way, so you could be near him and take care of him. Anyway, a hospital costs a lot of money, which we ain't got right now."
Millie sank into her chair. "How long will he be laid up?"
"Doc ain't sure," Gus said. "Maybe a month."
"Tough break, Millie," Cal said.
She turned dazed eyes on the heavyset young man who stood with his legs planted apart. He was swaying slightly forward and back, his tight jeans outlining the bulge of his privates. Embarrassed, Millie quickly lifted her line of vision. Cal wore a faintly discernible smirk.
Millie looked at Pete. He was staring at her, his dark, hard eyes as inscrutable as ever. He said nothing.
The young bride sheltered her face in her hands and cried.